What I wrote in my LJ while I was reading it:
So I started reading The Ionian Mission last night. 50 Pages in.
* Stephen and Diana's married life cracked me up / endeared me / slightly disgusted me (pancreas in the bedside cabinet? ew!)
* I doubt whether I could live with Stephen... or Diana for that matter.
* Poor Jagiello having to deal with so many fawning women. And then jumps up like a pup when Stephen enters the room. (dammit I AM one of those fawning women.)
* Diana is pregnant! whoooo. Or may be. But I think she is. In any case it proves that STEPHEN FINALLY HAD SEX IN THESE BOOKS! XD
* I don't trust Jagiello and Diana alone together.
* Little George!!! *heart* XD
* Everyone getting agitated at Stephen's lateness and then pulling one over on the Admiralty, to make it LOOK like they were leaving. Hehe, sailors rock.
* Jack being so moved when he had to say goodbye to Sophie and the children.
* Stephen having to get on board by himself and all the Surprises all snappish. Mowett, Pullings... Bonden even.
* "Surely you did not fall in, like a mere lubber."
* Jack's sudden moodswing from OMFGANGRYYOUALMOSTMADEUSMISSOURTIDE to kind and only slightly seething.
* Jack's little "foreigners" speech about Jagiello.
* Pullings being his cheerful laughing self and Mowett writing a song about Stephen. THE PIE!
* Poor Pullings having to do so much of the work.
* Stephen sending the gardener home.
* Pullings getting upset over the couple of people Stephen says he dismissed. *snerk* Riiight, you just know it's going to be a lot more of them that he'd admit to.
*Jack realllllly not wanting chaplains on board. And daying that the CREW is superstitious, not himself, oh no. Never.
* Stephen and Jack finally playing together again. Aubreyisms. "Bach had a father." -- "Heavens, Jack, what things you tell me. Yet upon recollection I seem to have known other men in much the same case."
* Jack having dinner with Captain and Mrs Fanshaw. -_-
* THE LITTLE EIGHT-YEAR-OLD BOY JACK DOESN'T WANT IS CALAMY!!!!!! FUCKING CALAMY!!!! I LOVE THAT BOY! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CALAMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!
* CALAMYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! Which means we'll get to see him grow up! LIKE BABBINGTON! This is the coolest thing in the world. CALAMYYYYY!!!
* And lastly: he's going to form part of a blockade at Toulon? Nelsonian overtones, ahoy? (I even had to make sure just now that he wasn't actually AT Nelson's blockade, because that would completely screw with my timeline.)
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Up to p 100 in The Ionian Mission and I just have one word:
Gumbrils.
... I need to slow down.
But dammit, with a very few exceptions like Babbington and Sir Joseph, this book has all of my favourite characters. The entire families, Jagiello, Pullings, Bonden, Mowett, Dundas, Killick, ... and then there's wee!Calamy and Joe Plaice... and Mr Martin is shaping up to be wonderfully likeable as well. But most especially Pullings, god such a wonderful man.
I love watching people grow up, I find. See them go from boys to men. I can't wait to see little George on a ship for the first time, and see what becomes of the girls (they'll have to learn to be a tad more genteel in any case *g*) and little scared Calamy just awakens the mother instinct in me.
I feel maternal over a book character.
Damn obsession.
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There are no limits to the slashiness of this book. Imagine this scene: Jack finds himself back at Port Mahon after so many years, he finds Stephen is not there yet and he winds his way down to Joselito's and to the Crown where he finds our delightful little squeaking Mercedes. I like her, she's terribly cute.
Of course, Jack being the warm-blooded type of guy he is immediately starts fishing for sex, and she seems all too compliant. When they're mid-flirt, Stephen barges into the room, makes his apologies to Mercedes and snatches Jack away, and in his haste saying "spouse-breach" among his mutterings.
Jack doesn't take it well.
Of course, Stephen was perfectly right to bring that up, especially after last time's fiasco at Halifax, but even so, he would know that Mercedes wasn't really the type of girl to try such tricks (and she was married anyhow), and Jack's had casual sex with random girls on shore plenty of times when he hadn't uttered a word.
Now we get to my favourite bit:
"[H]ow had he, Stephen, come to say 'spouse-breach' at the Crown? The imputation was certainly true, but it was also certainly impertinent, unwarranted, ill-bred and unpardonable freedom. Was it impatience and fatigue on his own part, or a lurking jealousy at the sight of that fine, melting, amorous wench?"
Yes, we needn't ask in which direction my mind assumed the jealousy went.
Jack (of course) forgives Stephen by the next day, because face it, he's Jack Aubrey, he's not the kind of guy to hold a grudge anyway and when Stephen and he are sitting in the great cabin after dinner, his feelings toward Stephen have been perfectly restored.
"'I wish to God you were not going,' said Jack in a low voice."
I feel I might also mention how much Mowett's grown on me through the course of this book. His opinion on poetry seems tolerably solid, and the way he cares for the Doctor's well-being would almost begin to rival that of Pullings and Bonden. The heated discussion he had at the table a couple of chapters back just carved his name into the fannish part of my heart. Bless the man.
And of course, Bonden continues his old loveable self. This exchange amused me in particular:
"'You have your cloak, Doctor?' said Mowett suddenly.
'I have not,' said Stephen. 'Nor do I feel the need of it. Sure it is a warm, even a balmy night.'
'So it is, sir. But I have a feeling the wind may back into the south -- look how those clouds turn and tear -- and if it does, we shall have rain.'
'The Doctor is sitting on his cloak,' said Bonden. 'I stowed it there myself.'"
*fond smile.* They take such good care of him. And then as they reach the shore:
"Five minutes while Bonden struck a shaded light, lit Stephen's dark lantern and closed it, hung his other equipment round his neck in a little cloth bag, and made him put on his boat-cloak."
And people wonder why I call him Nanny Bonden.
The whole secret mission scene I read in an empty train compartment, so apart from the creaking of the rails there was no noise at all. I almost held my breath, I wanted to be so quiet.
I've also found I identify more and more strongly with Stephen as I progress, even though my general character might possibly be more aligned to Jack's, (who remains my favourite character). Dear Lord, and I identify entirely too much even sometimes. There was a moment during a gale when Stephen got on deck and both Jack and Pullings started yelling at him to go below and I was just so shocked and taken aback that I almost felt like I had wronged them personally.
Ah, I just found the scene:
"Quite shocked by the vehemence of his cry Stephen turned: but even as he turned a party of seamen ran the stiff end of a cablet into his side, thrusting him under the fiferail and calling out 'By your leave, sir, by your leave,' as they did so. And as he was disentangling himself from the belaying-pins he happened to loop a fancy-line about his ankle and walk off with it until his old friend Tom Pullings bawled 'Stop playing with that fancy-line, and go below' with a ferocity that might have daunted Beelzebub.'
I was so very shocked to see Pullings, whom I always imagine as a kind, good-natured man in such a mood, and especially when directed toward Stephen.
The Trafalgar overtones are also noticeable, of course. Few British foul-bottomed Toulon blockade ships, going after a lot of French clean ones? Especially this bit:
"For it will take them a great while to make an orderly line, whereas we do so every day, and we practise the manoeuvre from the dispersed positions at least twice a week. Every man will slip into his place and since the Admiral has explained his plans for half a dozen situations every man will know just what he is to do. There will be little signalling. The admiral dislikes it except in the greatest emergency, and the last time he spoke to the captains he said that if any one of us was puzzled or could not make out the order of battle because of the smoke, he might take it upon himself to engage the nearest Frenchman yardarm to yardarm."
Also compare Jack and Nelson:
"'Lord, Stephen, I shall not be satisfied with anything under twenty prizes, and a dukedom for the Admiral.'"
"At 6.45 Nelson altered the course of the fleet to east: and that was the last manoeuvring signal he had to make, because everyone knew what to do. He said to Hardy: 'I shall not be contented with capturing less than twenty.'
Also O'Brian openly comparing Jack and Cochrane (upon whom he modelled Jack), both of them using hawsers. The bit about the Irish pennants/Saxon standards was pretty funny. As was the insult-exchange with the Surprises. Hehe. I shouldn't laugh but that was damn funny.
Final note, because I'm making this too long again: Jack finally has the Surprise again, but dammit, I didn't want it to be like this. There's no joy in it now, or precious little. I liked Latham. He seemed fun, he was brave, he treated her well... :(
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I finished The Ionian Mission on the train today.
Poor little Williamson! Oh my dear sweet boy!
O'Brian has NO RIGHT to make those last two pages as intense as they were. It's completely unfair to write an entirely docile book and then DO WHAT HE DID in the last two pages. It's unfair, I tell you.